Elena
Killian was in a mood.
He did not receive the news of Natalie’s secret life very well, and after some very pointed and explicit questioning of my morals and intelligence and the state of my mental health, he was silent.
Before the trip, a list had been made of non-corporate restaurants and lodgings to visit along the way. I had agreed that I would allow Killian one picture of me at each spot to be used for the campaign, in the hope that supporting small businesses would boost his appeal. I hated to admit that it was a great plan, and I despised hotels anyway.
There was a Bed & Breakfast that seemed passable that we would reach by nightfall if we kept on schedule. Jaxon had made the trip in two days, but I expected it might take us three. Though now that Killian was mad at me,
